Yesterday I shared a picture of my daddy on Facebook; today I thought I’d share a few pictures of the daddy of my children. No particular order, no rhyme or reason beyond sticking with pictures already on my computer. ;)
Not the movie, mind you, I’ve never seen it. I’m talking about our firstborn and therefore our first graduate.
I’m sorry the party planning updates ended as abruptly as they began, but things got busier and crazier and blogging didn’t happen. Before or after: it’s been nearly a month since graduation. Wow! Time flies.
I still feel the need to pinch myself. And I find myself looking over my shoulder, waiting for Someone Official to tell me I did it all wrong and he can’t actually graduate. So far, so good. He has been accepted to Bethany Lutheran, where he plans to play soccer and study elementary education. I thought I would start breathing again once he was registered for classes, but that milestone has come and gone and he has gone to Wyoming for the summer (working at Scout camp again) and I’m still afraid I forgot to do Something Very Important.
But back to graduation, Mom and Dad arrived on Thursday. Mom joined me in working like a mad woman on Friday & Saturday.
On Sunday we had a short prayer service at church and gave him his diploma, followed by an open house at the parsonage.
It was a crazy rainy afternoon! I’m glad we had it at home although I’ve made oodles of notes for next time.
The dining room table was pulled out and we set up more tables in the basement. I had meant to set up tables outside, but with the rain we ended up with a couple tables in the garage instead.
After most of the guests left, the church secretary Donna insisted on helping us clean up the kitchen. That was much appreciated! She also stayed to watch Caleb open his gifts.
Then Caleb headed off the to lock in at the local high school where he had attended classes this past year. . .and the rest of us fell into our respective beds!
Today’s cheesecakes are cooling on the counter, and I still need to make strawberry sauce. But that’s not all the news from my corner of the world. This month we made the jump from three to five kids in glasses. Nathan’s glasses arrived last week; Isaac just got his today. At 12 and 10, they’re actually late bloomers for our family when it comes to being near sighted. The older three needed glasses around age 7, like I did. . .Larry was a little older though. That said, Isaac’s vision changed quickly: he could see 20/20 at his exam in August but he was complaining by Christmas. I made him another appointment this spring when the older kids were due for exams and sure enough, he needed glasses.
I am thankful we have vision insurance, even when their policies are aggravating and inefficient. That’s all I’m going to say about that, though!
Happily I enjoy baking! I baked two cheesecakes again today, so I am halfway there. The fun thing about baking cheesecake is that it is quite impressive in spite of being easy to make. Because I like to share, here are my two secrets for cheesecake:
- Make sure all your ingredients are at room temperature before you start.
- Beat the heck out of them. Really. Once everything is blended, I set a fifteen minute timer and let the mixer do its job.
Today I also made the chocolate sauce.
I hope you don’t mind the play by play, but I’m taking notes for my future reference. :)
The kids know how many days of school are left. . .I know I have six days, including today, until Caleb’s graduation party! Paper products have been purchased (yikes!), as have groceries except produce. The meat for the pasta dishes has been cooked and is waiting in the freezer.
Cheesecake is on the menu, so today I baked the first two and made the caramel sauce.
I don’t want to eat out. The restaurants will be crowded and the food is better at home.
I don’t mind if I do all the cooking.
I don’t care about getting cards.
I don’t want gifts. I have everything I need. On top of that, I have a husband who lets me buy things I want (albeit he knows I’m very tight with money).
I wish I could spend the day with Mom and Mimi. I will enjoy whatever tomorrow brings with my children, knowing that someday they will not live with me and may not be close enough to come home for the day. Just like I no longer live close enough to always spend Mother’s Day with my mother. . .
This year I’ve read two different homemaking books. So far. . .I might have a weak spot for books on tidying and organizing. These two books were definitely different and yet they also have some ideas in common. One idea in particular:
It’s easier to put things away (and find them again) if you have fewer things.
I know. Not exactly earth shattering! But I’ve never seen a messy home (room, closet, office, garage, you name it) that wasn’t suffering from a case of Too Much Stuff. So it’s an idea that bears repeating.
It’s easier to put things away (and find them again) if you have fewer things.
(Sorry, I couldn’t resist!)
Anyhow, the first homemaking book I read this year was The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo. If you read the reviews, you will find some who indeed find it life-changing and others who find the magic to be silly. It is, to be fair, a little silly at times, although I wonder if that is cultural (Kondo is Japanese). Often picked on is the advice to take a moment to thank an item for its service before discarding it. Guess what? It turns out that it is easier to part with an object if you acknowledge that it has served its purpose in your life but is now worn out (favorite shoes) or no longer necessary (baby gear). You don’t have to literally talk to your shoes to accomplish this, of course. I wish I had read this book before packing to move here! I packed, moved, and unpacked an awful lot of things that don’t pass the test of sparking joy. I have started going through some categories of items (she suggests an order of attack) but plan to really put it to work this summer.
The bulk of the book deals with getting ready of excess clutter in your home; at times it is a bit repetitive but not excessively so. There is less said about organizing the things you keep, and much of what is written is with a smaller home and family in mind than mine. I have started using her method for folding my clothes and while it is too fiddly for some people, I don’t mind because it is easier both to fit things in a drawer and to see what I have.
The next book I read on this subject was Organizing Solutions for People With Attention Deficit Disorder by Susan Pinsky. No, I don’t have an attention deficit order. . .but I live with people who do. This book also instructs the reader to begin with a massive decluttering. Here the decision is more pragmatic: have you used it in the past year? do you have more than you reasonably need? can a multi-functional item do its job?
The main difference between the two books, though, is in how to organize the possessions you deem worthy of keeping. While Kondo is concerned with peaceful aesthetics, Pinsky’s focus is on ease of putting things away. Pinsky favors open storage when possible–no doors or drawers to open, just fling the item in the right direction and it’s put away. For socks, she suggests choosing only one or two styles so you can easily grab a pair from the loose socks in the drawer. She also recommends not nesting items (especially in the kitchen) and only stacking them when absolutely necessary.
I like both books. I really like Kondo’s book because visual clutter is a stress factor for me. It doesn’t matter if it’s organized: if I can see it, I think about it. This can be useful and I use it to remind myself of something I need to do, but most of the clutter in my house is not necessarily mine and yet I can’t ignore it. However, I can see how some of Pinsky’s organization ideas would enable the boys to keep their things a little more under control. One month left in the homeschool year, and then I’m rolling up my sleeves and tackling the clutter monster!
It’s been awhile since I posted a picture of my desk, but it’s been in front of a plain beige wall since we moved. Yawn. Once I unpacked pictures, I knew I probably wanted to put my family dairy farm related pictures above my desk, perhaps incorporating my milk bottle collection. It took me awhile to form any sort of concrete idea, until I remembered there’s an aerial photo of the farm and then things fell into place. Sort of.
I ordered my photos and headed to Hobby Lobby for a frame. I already had three small barn wood frames, bought at Hobby Lobby many many years ago. I looked at the larger barn wood frames but ended up with a dark red frame. It’s slightly distressed–not really my cup of tea, but it works. I brought it home, got my picture inside, and realized the frame has no hanger. What?! I ended up asking Larry to make a ledge, which I painted the same shade of green as my sewing table.
I measured wrong. I thought I would be able to fit my half gallon bottle on the shelf. I put that back in the cupboard, got out my cast iron milk wagon, and rearranged my pints and half pints. It works, more or less, although the arrangement of the three smaller frames is off. And that square frame will not hang straight for anything!
For the curious, from left to right: Grandpa driving his milk wagon; aerial of the farm; Nana reading to me; Dad with toy milk bottles.
I can’t remember when I last took or posted a “stairsteps” picture, but after sharing a 2010 photo on Facebook last month it was agreed that it was time for an update.
Have you ever tried to photograph six
monkeys kids at the same time?
They are as silly and (un)cooperative now as they were then. ;)
This week I received my fourth summons but I have yet to appear for jury duty. My first summons was in Indiana, after I had gotten married and moved to Illinois. I wasn’t summoned again until our first year in Wyoming and I asked for a deferment because I was still nursing Daniel. They didn’t call me again until last year. . .yes, a Wyoming summons after we had moved to Minnesota. I sent the form back with a note that I had moved, but this week another summons was forwarded to me from Wyoming. I hope this time they actually make note of the fact that I have moved and changed my voter registration!
I admit I have mixed feelings about jury duty. I vote because it is my civic duty; if at some point I am summoned in a state where I actually reside, I will serve because that too is my civic duty. But voting only takes minutes out of my day; jury duty can require much more time. Even though my nursing days are long past, I’m still responsible for the care and education of six children. I don’t have access to a babysitter or a substitute teacher (or cook or maid or. . .). Sure, as a pastor Larry’s schedule is flexible and he sometimes works at home, but he still has his own full time job that includes being on call 24/7. And sure, we have teenagers who can do some of my chores if I am gone, but they still need some supervision as well as having their own schoolwork to do. All in all, my unpaid “job” doesn’t lend itself to time away.
I wonder if knitting is allowed in the courtroom. . .